
40 Some Flow’s NoCap
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[Intro: NoCap & Akon]
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh-huh (Ghetto)
Free (Ghetto)
Free, free (Ghetto)
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Ghetto)
[Chorus: NoCap]
Only time I tell a lie is to protect who I love (Uh-huh)
Baby, fuck them other niggas, they ain't nothin' like us (Uh-huh)
Said I'm cruisin' the highway, cup of Lean and this Gen' 4
Money brought every problem I had, but I'm still gettin' dope
Alone in Miami, right now I'm on the forty-somethin' floor
Rappers can't keep up, they tryin', but I got forty-somethin' flows
Come from a place where we be dyin' for nothin'
Beautiful truth, but the lies are ugly
And I just needed you to ride for somethin', for somethin', for somethin'
[Verse 1: NoCap]
Say a prayer for all my haters when the jet depart
I wish that I could ride with Wap while in this Aston Martin
As I'm in shackles, I see tears in my mama face
I came home, bought her a new Benz, took off Section 8
Artillery in every city I land
Terrorist, I took the game and I ran
I seen the ball, and dawg, this wasn't the plan
Fuck the system, they keep takin' my mans
(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh-huh (Ghetto)
Free (Ghetto)
Free, free (Ghetto)
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Ghetto)
[Chorus: NoCap]
Only time I tell a lie is to protect who I love (Uh-huh)
Baby, fuck them other niggas, they ain't nothin' like us (Uh-huh)
Said I'm cruisin' the highway, cup of Lean and this Gen' 4
Money brought every problem I had, but I'm still gettin' dope
Alone in Miami, right now I'm on the forty-somethin' floor
Rappers can't keep up, they tryin', but I got forty-somethin' flows
Come from a place where we be dyin' for nothin'
Beautiful truth, but the lies are ugly
And I just needed you to ride for somethin', for somethin', for somethin'
[Verse 1: NoCap]
Say a prayer for all my haters when the jet depart
I wish that I could ride with Wap while in this Aston Martin
As I'm in shackles, I see tears in my mama face
I came home, bought her a new Benz, took off Section 8
Artillery in every city I land
Terrorist, I took the game and I ran
I seen the ball, and dawg, this wasn't the plan
Fuck the system, they keep takin' my mans
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